God Invasion: It's awesome to save the world with five problematic girls! Chapter 1070 306: Modifier? Gold Medallion of Immunity? (Par

But Yuanlina waved her hand, wiped the corner of her eyes, and said with a smile,

"No need to worry, it's tears of joy~ Seeing my dear Hitomi really achieve it, mama is so happy~"

Your tone, like you're watching your incompetent daughter finally grow up, is really annoying, Yuanlina!

"..."

The corners of Sakuragi Hitomi's mouth stiffened, while Yuanlina continued,

"Well, it wasn't in vain that I gave you that embroidery ball hairpin, it was my favorite one~"

"Eh, that hairpin, it's yours?"

Upon hearing Yuanlina's words, the perfect Sakuragi was slightly stunned, staring blankly at the pink-haired fool in front of her.

And facing Sakuragi Hitomi's gaze that seed like she would cut her down, Yuanlina didn't feel a thing, just touched the back of her head and laughed foolishly,

"Hehe, yes~ But the outco is good, taking the first step is already half the success, congratulations, congratulations..."

"Yeah, it's really... congratulations..."

The perfect Sakuragi was almost about to cough up blood, her fists clenched, yet she still barely maintained a polite smile.

"Phew..."

Just at that mont, as she chatted, an ominous premonition suddenly swelled in her heart, causing her to glance back at the tightly closed Barrier Gate.

Speaking of which, the situation inside the barrier beca chaotic because of Hitomi.

Who knows where the other Sakuragi, including the self-deprecating one, have run off to...

"Hey hey hey, by the way, Sakuragi... did the President agree to it?"

"Hmm?"

The perfect Sakuragi turned her head and t Yuanlina's face full of gossip and excitent.

"Um..."

Upon hearing this, the perfect Sakuragi pondered slightly, nodding her chin, and said,

"The President didn't agree on the spot~"

"Hey hey hey? Could it be that the President..."

"No, no, no, he just didn't agree to my previous invitation. But, for my next invitation, the President will definitely agree~"

"...Why does it feel like a completely taphysical and abstract thing."

Yuanlina showed a dead fish eye and made such a comnt.

"Hehe~ Just look forward to the high table dinner, Yuanlina."

And the perfect Sakuragi didn't explain much, just turned her head to look at the tightly closed door behind her,

"I still have sothing to do, so I'll be going first."

"Oh oh, just as well, I've been held up for quite a while... Since I've got the scoop, Sakuragi, help pass these docunts to the President."

"Yeah yeah..."

Yuanlina turned around, bouncing away, while the perfect Sakuragi glanced at the docunts in her hand, and quickly turned around impatiently to head into the barrier.

...

...

"Can't do it... Can't go on... Spare ... Wu... Yan Huan..."

Not much ti had passed.

Still the sa room, still the sa two people.

Only by the side of the bed, a few pieces of each other's clothes were faintly scattered, just seeing them inevitably makes one's cheeks flush.

And on the white bed, Tong Yingying with slightly red-rimd eyes, pitifully grasped the bedding beside her tightly, pleading for rcy.

"..."

Behind her, Yan Huan pulled back his hand with a face full of black lines, not knowing what to say.

How does it feel like...

It ended before it even began?

Looking at Tong Yingying's back, at his own hand, he was sowhat incredulous for a mont.

There was always a feeling like the first ti becoming a Super Saiyan, being shocked by the astonishing combat power bursting from within.

Is it that I am too strong, or is Sister Tong too weak?

Or...

Is it that An Le is too powerful?

Yan Huan didn't know, but the fact was that after one round, Tong Yingying was completely defeated, without any power to resist.

And yet, she was just boasting that she would harshly teach Yan Huan a lesson?

But, there is a benefit to this...

The ti was short, so the chances of the perfect Sakuragi coming back and catching them would be much smaller.

But Yan Huan didn't have the nerve to say "Sister Tong, you're so weak" which invites a beating, but instead asked with concern,

"Sister Tong, are you okay?"

"Sothing's wrong! It hurts... Wu..."

"I'm sorry..."

Upon hearing this, Tong Yingying turned her head, giving Yan Huan an annoyed look, even lightly kicking him.

But for so reason, when he saw Tong Yingying, who used to be fierce, now showing a pleading expression, he couldn't help but have his breath quicken for an instant.

Even as he gently held her ankle at this mont, he didn't hold back, keeping a firm grip.

"Wu..."

And Tong Yingying was also quite puzzled.

Was An Le's ntal thod taught this way, why did it feel wrong?

When she spoke those words, she was full of ease, gentle, with a feeling of ease and composure that contained everything.

Why is it that nothing worked when she was on the scene?

It could totally be described as a "disaster"...

Could it be, An Le deliberately held sothing back in the ntal thod, fearing that "a taught disciple would starve the master to death"?

Tong Yingying, being highly suspicious by nature, thought this way.

"..."

But as she thought, looking back at the robust and handso Yan Huan full of vitality, Tong Yingying swallowed a gulp.

It was truly the first ti she understood what it ant to say: What kind of hard tis had she been living before?

Thinking carefully, his current physique was molded by herself, training night after night, yet she hadn't even had a taste of the first soup!

Is this fair?!

Thinking so, Tong Yingying lay on the bed and turned back, her gaze hauntingly fixed on Yan Huan.

"..."

Facing her gaze, Yan Huan sighed, propping his cheek with his hand and staring back for a few seconds.